Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
His jaw clenched and his growl echoed like a snarling beast in the small cabin. “This right here. I will never forget how you look, Neri. I’m going to dream of this moment. Worship this moment. Realise that this was the moment that, even if I never earn the freedom to truly marry you, my soulmate got on her knees and—FUCCCKK.”
My tongue shut him up.
I fisted his hard, hot length and opened wide.
I sucked him down.
I licked him hard.
And Aslan lost every ounce of his sanity.
With every inch I swallowed, he became more and more animal.
He forgot to be silent or that he’d begged me not to do this.
His hips drove up, his mouth opened wide, and his heart hammered so hard, I heard it over the thundering of my own.
A thrill of power shot down my spine.
My blood exploded with supernovas.
I gave him everything I was. All my inexperience and eagerness. All my desire and obsession.
And he gave me everything of his.
I didn’t care that I’d done this once before.
I didn’t think about sucking Joel or that I’d merely done it because that was what girlfriends were expected to do.
This was incomparable.
I hadn’t swallowed with Joel.
I’d hidden the fact that I’d found it rather gross.
But there was nothing gross about sucking Aslan.
And I knew why.
I knew why I sucked Aslan as deeply and as wildly as a porn star. Why I twisted my wrist and stuck my tongue in his slit, all while my other hand dove between his legs to cup his balls that always went so tight and hard just before he came.
Every gasp he strangled made me thrill.
Every grunt he gave made me shiver.
The warning ripple of his cock and the faintest taste of salt only made me suck him harder.
I adored making him unravel.
I wanted to do this again and again because this was Aslan. And he made me feel so seen, so cherished, and so fucking wanted. The way his fingers clenched and unclenched in my hair as if he was a beast with claws. The way his hips drove up to meet me, forcing his length down my throat, gasping for air as I hummed around him. The way he trembled and quivered, and his hands fumbled at my chest, fisting my breasts, bruising me with his lust.
I wanted to touch myself.
I needed to come as badly as him.
I threw myself into making him explode so he could repay the favour.
Rising higher on my knees, I positioned myself directly above him, held the base of his pulsing cock, then sucked up and down, up and down. I fucked him with my mouth, and he didn’t stand a chance.
“Fuck. Ah, fucking fuck—” He writhed beneath my control. His thighs bunched. He fisted the bench cushion on either side of his legs. He held on as I pumped him into my mouth. His breathing rattled and sweat poured down his face.
“I’m gonna—I can’t. Fuck, I’m—” His hands landed on my head, shoving me down, holding me deep as wave after salty wave splashed onto my tongue.
He didn’t stop holding me down as he drove his length past my lips again and again, forcing me to drink every drop, doing my best not to gag.
As suddenly as he’d snatched me and held me down, he released me. “Ah, shit. Neri. I didn’t mean...fuck, what did I do?” Pulling me off him, our eyes locked.
His were wild. Stars sparkled in his black depths. Volcanoes freshly erupted in his soul, bleeding lava and brimstone, etching his face with pleasure.
Never looking away from me, he ran his thumb over my burning bottom lip, scooping the remainders of his release from the corner of my mouth.
I shivered as he captured the white fluid, staring at it as if he couldn’t quite believe what we’d done. And then he did exactly as he promised. Pressing his thumb to my exposed nipple, he smeared it over me. Branding me with his cum. Wedding me in the most perfect primal way.
“Neri...I...” Plucking me from the floor, he dragged me onto his lap. “Fuck, I love you. I loved you when I couldn’t have you and now that I’ve been lucky enough to touch you, I’m so fucking terrified. How am I supposed to survive without you?”
His cock still stood to full mast; I whimpered as it rubbed against my clit. I hated my bikini. I couldn’t catch a proper breath. My skin scratched, and my heart smoked, and I couldn’t focus on him, drowning, drowning, drowning beneath agonising desire.
I wriggled on his lap, rubbing myself with a keening noise against his cock.
“Ah, meleğim. That oversensitivity you’re feeling? That’s how you make me feel with a single touch.” Pressing the softest kiss on my swollen mouth, he reached between my legs and pulled aside the crotch of my bikini.